This gorgeous erotica about being in love with a sex robot that has… ahem… strict protocols is written by Jaimie of Jaimie’s Erotica, and read by Girl on the Net. 

I would prefer real flesh and blood. I mean, obviously.

It’s not as easy as it was in our grandparents’ generation, you know? Or even my parents. Back then, you could download an ‘app’ – that’s what they were called, I think – onto your PUI and swipe through potential matches in your area, picking out someone who looked like they had something about them.

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Are you looking for a long term relationship? Here’s the one question you should ask of everyone you date. It’s going to sound weirdly specific, and has little to do with compatibility or shared interests or personality matching, but bear with me please because I think it’s worth it. The question you should ask of everyone you date is: would you come to Moorfield’s eye hospital with me at five o’clock in the morning?

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This deliciously savage fuck story features longing between lovers with a complex relationship – it is written and read by Tabitha Rayne.

Where have you been?

He cups my face, pain and sadness searing across his expression followed by a flash of anger.

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This gorgeous audio porn about worship is written and read by NymphoStimToy.

Do you ever see someone and their body is just really beautiful and you want to put your hands on it (their body) and explore all of it and touch and squeeze and feel everywhere and follow behind your hands with your tongue and your lips and come up to its neck and kiss it and move between its thighs and taste it and listen to its moans and learn how to make that body feel incredible and just relish in your ability to give that body pleasure and all the ways that body responds to it?

Yeah.

I want to worship you.

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This fabulous lesbian fisting erotica is written and read by Tabitha Rayne. Note: this fisting story is inspired by her experiences of OCD and poor mental health.

Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one—one, two, three, four, five, six, seven… and repeat.

Shit, it was happening. The rising of the daggers. Sabine pulled her hood over her face, trying to sink further into her top, withdraw, from herself and the street. All these damn people. Noises, smells, the overwhelming creeping of humanity. It sliced through into her, all this stuff, but there was only one way to get to Marguerite—and that was through it.

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